Teammates | Josep Maria Marti

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-"Just stay out of my way."-

RACE WEEK
Bahrain GP

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Chloe Evans

My first race in Formula 2 was a breeze, and I got P4. Formula 1 was different, all the cameras were on you like you had no space to even breathe. Today was Friday my first two practices to start the season. Yesterday was nerve-wracking, answering so many questions, in interviews.

I thought the pre-season was easy, turns out it wasn't even a quarter of what we were doing. On top of that, I haven't even gotten to know my teammate yet.

I was indeed not ready for the heat at night because, on the first few laps, I was already sweating my ass off. It was worth it because most of the drivers at the time were in their garage, after my times went into both practice sessions I received a decent place. P5 for my first practice. P4 for my second practice. From my engineer, I heard that Josep had gotten, P3 and P1. Good for him.

I had been in my driver's room, taking layers of fireproof clothing off. And walked to the garage to check up, with my engineer. I glanced over at the other car with the number, 21. I've realized I haven't met Mr. Marti yet.

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When I was heading out of the washroom, I saw him talking with Oscar Piartri and figured I should introduce myself since we hadn't met formally.

"Hey, Oscar!" I walk beside him, catching his attention.

"Hey, Clover" he smiles and hugs me, before releasing me.

"Clover?" The Spanish man behind him scoffed. Oscar rolls his eyes.

"I don't think we've met, considering that you're my teammate." I ignore his rude demeanor.

"Josep, but I guess you can call me Pepé." He sighs like he's already bored of this conversation.

"Oscar!" Someone shouts from a distance, a McLaren worker.

"Sorry guys, that's the media manager. I'll see you later." He hurriedly turned away.

I turn back to Pepé, and he's already walking off. "Hey! Where do you think you're going?" I jogged to catch up with him.

"Are we still talking?" He didn't bat an eye.

"You didn't even ask me my name!" I complained.

He sighed in annoyance. "What's your name?" He finally glanced at me.

"Chloe."

"Ok, they're, done. Can you go now?" I hated his tone.

With that, I put my hands up and walked off.

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Later that night, I was on the couch when I got a call from my boyfriend. He was a nice guy when we were in public, and only asked me about my career. He started to date me when he heard that I was being moved up to Formula One. I never thought much about it though.